prescriptions we apply to people without knowing
what they’ve been, how they’ve been growing
but people are so strange,
people who change
cause kids grow up to be adults just the same
a bully will burst a kid’s lip,
they’d control and hold every ounce of their fist
so they can rule the schoolyard,
with no one to resist
it’s not hard to imagine… this kid growing up
a little to eager to show off he’s tough
other kids in the yard must feel the wrath of a bully
without facing hardship someone doesn’t grow up fully
but that subjugation isn’t sufficient,
living with a owner isn’t living,
so does the bully face some backlash?
tough love, their own flavor medicine, well
for a fact,
some are placed on a pedestal still
with none to confront,
some bullies grow up, never once
feeling pushback from a punch
they’ll convince some with reassurance
that they’re rule must be just
they made it there, they climbed a ladder
that wasn’t there, they tore and tattered
the people in-front of them and mangled their bones
the heirs and billionaires sit atop slave built thrones
bullies all the same,
but a schoolyard bully is not to blame
a schoolyard bully can be scolded and told
their manors and mention to their peers their less cold
grow a tinge
if you can believe it
but billionaires are more than mere bullies
they writhe at the thought of egalitarianism
there's a delusion that ensues
what a bully never once is told what to do
a rejection of life
a distain for meaning
billionaires purpose is for proletarian feeding ;)
- Author: jake (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 25th, 2021 20:23
- Comment from author about the poem: sequel to "godless nation" i wrote while maybe equally angry. hope you guys enjoy.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 38
Comments2
when we refuse ourselves
our capacity for self awareness,
all anyone need do
is aim our warped concepts,
at a distracting target
and they're free
to ransack our mind's
of any meaningful: worth...
damn bro this shit made me feel like such a garbage writer. Im just playing fr tho this is crazy. First of all I always struggle to rhyme without feeling corny, and you were able to keep the flow without anything about your message sounding forced to fit the rhyme which to me was dope. I mean second just whole concept where you pull back to bullys vs billionaires was really cool. I don't have a nicer way to articulate that but as I read it I was like oh this is sick. anyways boss this is some professional ass shit really enjoyed it.
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